Sick is the one who Adored Me…

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New writing.  I know its been a while. This may become subject to re-writes.  I’m realizing sometimes, I have a tendency to write pieces when I have no other avenue to express something.  Which is okay, its getting channeled somewhere right?

Spooky Regards,

Bone Mother Belleen

 

Sick is the one who Adored Me 05/14/2018

Sick is the one who adored me,

when the aesthetic fit.

And when the sleeve fit,

I was adored,

I was loved,

I was simply owned.

 

Sick is the one who treasured me,

When it was appropriate,

When I was deemed worthy,

When the punishment fit the crime,

 

Sick was the one who adored me,

Sick was the one who loved me,

Sick was the one who broke me,

Sick was the one who forsaked me,

 

Sick was the one who adored me,

when the aesthetic fit,

When I no longer fit,

he chose to adore her.

 

©2018 T.B. Morte 

 

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LUST-BOUND

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More new writing! Many cauldrons boiling.  Feedback welcomed.

Pax,

Belleen

 

Lust-Bound  03/19/2018

The vassals of lust,

holds my heart its hostage,

My knees made weak,

By the sounds of his voice,

My body reacts,

To the tones of his moans,

As much as I refuse,

this lust cannot be slaked,

Therefore I am doomed,

I am now passions prisoner,

Subject to an unknown fate,

Meanwhile I regale in the beauty,

the beauty of his violence.

 

©2018 T.B. Morte 

 

“YOUR BEAUTIFUL TRAGEDY”

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It’s been a long while I know.  Word webs have slowly been forming.  Thank you for your incredible patience.  “Tragedienne” isn’t dead just have taken several “pit stops” on an unexpected journey. 🙂

Hope you enjoy!

Spooky Regards,

Bone Mother Belle ❤

 

YOUR BEAUTIFUL TRAGEDY 03/07/2018

I am your beautiful tragedy,

To be played over and over,

The song that seems unending,

A horror that grows,

This is our  nightmare,

Your doing,

Is my undoing,

 

Look deeply into the darkness,

Feel the sorrow in your heart,

Listen to the requiem,

The song of your beautiful tragedy,

Look at what you have done to me,

Do you see the monster that you have made?

Are you now afraid?

To end the song,

Of your beautiful tragedy?

©2018  T.B. Morte 

SLEEPLESS…..

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Sometimes you think you meet “The One” and you find out they are simply not part of the dream. As always feedback appreciated.

 

Spooky Regards,

~B~.

Sleepless 10/11/2017

Get thee to sleep,
Close thine eyes in the knowing,
You have lost something,
That others have fought to grab,
There for the taking,
Yet you squandered,
Foolish beyond measure,
No tears to be shed,
There is still solace to be found,
Places elsewhere hold comfort,
Yet the brightest treasure shines,
Even in the darkest depths,
There it will remain locked in place,
Only opened to whoever holds the rightful key,
Get thee to sleep,
Close thine eyes and dream,
In knowing you will still have to seek,
For the treasure will only open to those that wear the crown,
and you are not the King.

©2017 T.B. Morte aka Neylinn Foa-Vulpes

 

CONFESSIONS OR DECLARATIONS….

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Sometimes inspiration comes from the most unexpected places.  And sometimes subject matter can be  in the past form it doesn’t always have to be in the “present”.  It can sometimes just be a situation you simply thought “What If?” and decided to write about it.  Today we hear from Tragedienne’s alter ego “Bobbie Jane” she doesn’t come out too often. She’s usually okay letting Trag running the show, but it doesn’t make what dear sweet Bobbie’s words less profound.

 

Confessions or Declarations 09/27/2017

I have a confession to make,

or is it a Declaration?

I haven’t made a decision,

It’s beguiling deviltry at its finest,

Seduction so refined,

I do it without blinking,

Can you forgive my fragile mind?

If this confession is so scattered,

I’ve had a variety of lovers,

Each left their mark,

Where shall we start?

And as you know all good stories,

They start off in the dark,

I met a little dragon,

he thought to be mighty,

Although he claimed,

I was his favorite maiden,

In the end he proved flighty,

Wishy washy isn’t my flavor,

So we needed something more,

Something more to savor,

I rendezvous with a Vampire,

his fangs enjoyed this nectar,

Although he had a undead bride,

his taste showed he enjoyed the living

flesh far more greater,

A demon kidnapped me to his lair,

and showed me whats underneath

his nether hair,

I found the power of the holy trinity between

my glistened thighs,

I saw god,

Praised Lucifer,

and now I’m here,

confessing these sexual crimes,

Forgive me Father for I have sinned,

Bless me Father for this declaration,

Expect soon most likely another confession.

©2017 T. B. Morte writing as “Bobbie Jane Claibourne”

 

 

YOUR DARK DOLLY

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A toast good populace! Cheers to Tragedienne may she one day find the dark solitude of happiness.  She so rightfully deserves.

 

YOUR DARK DOLLY

Admit to me my master,

Who’s your darkest dolly?

You need not to say it to others,

you need not to say it out loud,

I’m your dark dolly,

I do what the others cannot,

you know I go that extra mile,

I give it my all,

When the whip strikes flesh,

You know I squeal in pleasure,

And give it my best,

So I apologize to you Master,

Please excuse my mess,

But the other dollies had to go,

So I made them say goodbye,

And I now I have these piles of bodies,

Your dolly just now wants to cry,

We’re all alone now Master,

Don’t you see?

It’s just you and me,

And there’s no one else around,

To make three.

© T.B. Morte 2017

 

 

 

ONLY YOU

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The “Bone Mother” is returning. Slowly. Letting the bindings unwrap themselves. Enjoy.

 

ONLY YOU 09/17/2017

You.

That’s right.

You.

Not me.

Not us.

There was never us.

You said loved me,

All my wild evil,

My imperfections,

I was the perfect flower,

In your imperfect world,

Is that what you tell all the flowers?

That are not good enough,

It never is,

Nor was it ever was,

The mask has been lifted,

I see with perfect clarity,

But do you see?

What you have done to me?

Confirmed what was already known,

So thanks to you,

And your ilk,

These walls will be built stronger,

Impenetrable,

My heart encased in the strongest glass,

So my thanks,

My gratitude you have,

But you shall pay a cost,

Nothing is ever free,

You pay a high cost,

Your cost was forever  losing me.

©2017 T.B.Morte

 

 

 

Dead Men Tell No Tales

Dead Men Tell No Tales 07/27/2016

Dead men tell no tales,

At least that is what has been told to thee,

As my love and I oscillated towards the sea,

Further into the waves we danced to and fro,

The kelp wrapping around  our ankles,

While cuttlefish tickled our toes,

Further into the sea we were pulled,

I was not afraid for I felt at home,

As I looked into my lover’s eyes,

Beguiled he was deeply enchanted ,

Failed to noticed the water levels had risen,

Or that my form had changed,

My legs gone replaced by spined fish tail,

Propelling us deeper into the ocean,

I heard my love cry out as his lungs were filled with salt water,

The lack of oxygen did him in,

Pity my jolly sailor bold,

As he went  limp in my arms,

I released my love and watched his body float towards the depths below,

Pity that he loved  a siren,

His story will be kept silent forever by his death,

For a dead man cannot tell a mermaid’s tale.

©2016 T.B. Morte